Son of Slytherin

Chapter 9

A week passed and me and Draco spent every day together. Pansy wasn't happy about it but I didn't care. I walked to where we would meet but he wasn't there. I was confused but didn't think anything of it. I walked through the halls and would hear muttering about him. I brushed them off but couldn't shake the feeling that he was some part of this big evil plan to kill Harry. Harry came back today and I met with them at our table. "So did you get any information from Malfoy" Harry whispers. I told him what he said and how he tried to hide most things from me but I knew when they would have meetings and followed him everywhere. I wasn't proud of it because I loved Draco but I knew I needed to help Harry. Everything I said must of gotten Harry mad because then we see Draco walk in. He walks about halfway into the room and sees me sitting with Harry. He stops and turns around and hurries out of the room. Harry jumps up and runs after him. I get up quick and run after both of them. They run into the guys bathroom and I hear them yelling. I hear things crashing and lights bouncing off the walls. All of a sudden I hear a loud thud and I run inside. I gasp when I see Draco laying on the floor bloody. "What did you do" I scream at Harry as I run to him. I drop and start to hold pressure on his wounds. "You could have killed him what's wrong with you" I start to get louder. "Move" I hear Snape run in and come over to me. "Get out" he says to me. "Not until you fix him" I say. He waves his wand and Dracos wounds start to heal. "Get ..... out I know what you did" Draco says out of breath. "What" I start to say "Get out and stay away from him" Snape snarls at me. I stand up and slowly back up until I run out of the room. I went to my dorm and cried. I knew I shouldn't have done it. I just ruined the most trust that a boy with none had with me. I betrayed Draco and I couldn't help Harry. Hermione walks in and sits on her bed. I turned away and she got the idea. We both went to bed. Well she did. I laid there thinking about what he thought of me now. Did he hate me? Did he even want to see me anymore. I tossed and turned all night unable to sleep. I stare at the ceiling until breakfast then I go about my day.